Prologue
When it happens I finally get to feel the spark everyone always talks about. When his lips, chapped but soft, connect with mine I am overwhelmed with satisfaction. One of his strong, calloused hands is caressing my cheek, while the other is gently tugging on my curls. His tongue begs for entrance, which I grant almost immediately. He taste like pepperoni pizza and chocolate, which might sound distasteful, but with him it's the best thing in the world. We kiss, I don't know how long it's not like I was counting, but finally we break away, and he untangles his hand from my hair. The first thing I see when we part is his green eyes staring back at me in amazement and wonder.
A/N This is my first ever story! I would love to hear what you thought. Sorry for any errors I typed this on my phone. :/
